This is a song about "Beau howe"

Outta my hiding ground, time to listen to the sound, time to climb up this mound,

Pardon my absence, i'm actually far out of town wit a pound

Getting bank and that is literal

Inhale my color purple

We will never die, we are forever alive

California house in the hills, big windows no blinds

Lay low youll make bank roll

De la soul is from the soul

You gonna find yourself in a burial mound,

Got a bunch of haters, plus i got more to count

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

Bound to mound wounds this will be on the news

Smoking loud, blowing down when the law ain't around

Raise a hill place my foot in the sand creating a mound,

And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold,

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed